Well there’s three versions of this story mine, yours and then the truthAnd we can put it down to circumstance, our childhood, then our youthOut of some sentimental gain I wanted you to feel my pain, but it came back return to senderI read your mind and tried to call, my tears could fill the Albert Hall, is this the sound of sweet surrender?

What a shame we never listenedI told you through the televisionAnd all that went away was the price we paidPeople spend a lifetime this wayOh what a shame.

So I got busy throwing everybody underneath the busAnd with your poster 30 foot high at the back of Toys-R-UsI wrote a letter in my mind, but the words were so unkind, about a man I can’t rememberI don’t recall the reasons why, I must have meant them at the time, is this the sound of sweet surrender?

What a shame we never listenedI told you through the televisionAnd all that went away was the price we paidPeople spend a lifetime this wayAnd that’s how they stayOh what a shame.

Words come easy, when they’re trueWords come easy, when they’re true

So I got busy throwing everybody underneath the busAnd with your poster 30 foot high at the back of Toys-R-UsNow we can put it down to circumstance, our childhood then our youth.

What a shame we never listenedI told you through the televisionAnd all that went away was the price we paidPeople spend a lifetime this wayAnd that’s how they stayOh what a shame.

People spend a lifetime this wayOh what a shameSuch a shame, what a shame